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"And the three others?" "Oh! M. de Bussy has too many friends, and we too many enemies, for them to remain with folded arms. Do you agree to this, gentlemen?" "Yes!" cried all. "If MM. Ribeirac, Antragues, and Livarot would join the party, it would be complete." "Gentlemen," said St.
"One could see well from there, and I am sure poor Diana will be more than once at the window," said Antragues. "I think she must be there already," said Ribeirac, "for the window is open." "True, but what can be the meaning of that ladder before it?" "It is odd." "We are not the only ones to wonder," said Livarot, "see those peasants, who are stopping their carts to look."
"Monseigneur," said the cardinal, "if your highness still experiences any fear, the names of those who now surround you will, I hope, reassure you. Here is M. le Gouverneur d'Aunis, M. d'Antragues, M. de Ribeirac, and M. de Livarot, and gentlemen whom your highness doubtless knows to be as brave as loyal.
It is true, you are but twenty." "Sire," said Quelus, "on what day shall we meet MM. Bussy, Livarot, Antragues and Ribeirac?" "Never; I forbid it absolutely." "Sire, excuse us, the rendezvous was arranged before the dinner, words were said which cannot be retracted."
"Look, Antragues, look, Ribeirac," said he, "how they are grouped; it is quite touching; it might be Euryale and Nisus, Damon and Pythias, Castor and . But where is Pollux?" "Pollux is married, so that Castor is left alone." "What can they be doing?" "I bet they are inventing some new starch." "No, gentlemen," said Quelus, "we are talking of the chase."
Livarot ran to aid Ribeirac to disengage himself from the grasp of his adversary, but was closely pursued by Maugiron, who cut open his head with a blow of his sword. Livarot let his sword drop, and fell on his knees; then Maugiron hastened to give him another wound, and he fell altogether. Quelus and Maugiron remained against Antragues. Quelus was bleeding, but from slight wounds.
"But, my friends cannot I see them?" "Who do you call your friends?" "M. de Monsoreau, M. de Ribeirac, M. Antragues, and M. de Bussy." "Oh, yes, he, of course." "Has he had the misfortune to displease your majesty?" "Yes." "When, sire?" "Always, but particularly to-night." "To-night! what did he do?" "Insulted me in the streets of Paris." "You?" "My followers, which is the same thing."
After a good supper, they had all retired to sleep at Antragues's house, which was nearest to the field of battle. Antragues, before supper, had gone to take leave of a little milliner whom he adored, Ribeirac had written to his mother, and Livarot had made his will.
"Against whom?" "Against your enemies." "Private enmities of young men?" "Oh! sire, that is the expression of vulgar prejudice; speak like a king, sire, not like a bourgeois. Do not profess to believe that Maugiron detests Antragues, that Schomberg dislikes Livarot, that D'Epernon is jealous of Bussy, and that I hate Ribeirac. Oh! no.
"No; how should we?" "Besides, is it certain?" Antragues drew his sword. "So certain that here is his blood," said he. "M. de Bussy assassinated!" "His blood cries for vengeance! do you not hear it, gentlemen?" said Ribeirac. "What do you mean?" "'Seek whom the crime profits, the law says," replied Ribeirac. "Ah! gentlemen, will you explain yourselves?" cried Maugiron.
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